As Uijae's tongue brushed against the bite mark, Sayoung's finger twitched slightly, but his hand remained in place, motionless. Uijae loosened his grip on Sayoung's wrist, yet Sayoung's hand stayed exactly where it was, frozen.

Sayoung stared at Uijae in a daze, but only for a moment. Soon, he dropped his gaze to the floor. Uijae wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“As much as you waited for me, keeping that empty promise… No, even more than that.”

“……”

“I’m going to make it up to you.”

“……”

“Even if you don’t want it.”

Blood welled up …